Chapter 1
Changmin turned when he heard someone at his door. Good thing he had that lock installed a few days ago, had to keep the witch out, "Changmin, you better come down for dinner, your Appa will be home soon." She sighed kicking the door. "OPEN THE DOOR! BRAT."
"Nice tone, witch. Better not show my Appa your true colour," Changmin yelled back at the door. He could hear her leave. He hated his Appa's wife, he was sure she was a gold-digger. When Changmin was four his father married her. She never cared about him. She tried to ship him off to boarding school as soon as she could. It would have happen if it wasn't for his Uncle Junsu.
Changmin heard a car pulling into the driveway he pushed back in his seat and said, "Time to face the music." He got up and looked out the window. There was his father, Jung Yunho, taking out stuff from his car, probably something for the witch.
Lately Changmin started to hate his father, he doesn't care for him. He wasn't always like that. It wasn't until Changmin started asking question about his Umma. Was it wrong for him to ask question about him? He didn't even have a picture. The only thing he knew was his Umma's name, Kim Jaejoong. He knew from an early age, that his Umma died a week after he was born. He remembered his father got married when he was four and introduced his stepmother to him. Changmin runaway to his Uncle, he didn't want her to be his Umma.
He run away from home when he was seven, that women hit him. He didn't make it far. He ended up being taken back by the police. When he told his father what she did, his father didn't believe him. To him this house was a prison not a home. He hated it. Maybe it would be different if his Umma was here. Lately Changmin was failing in school, he didn't care anymore. Most days he ditched school and spent time with his boyfriend Kibum.
"CHANGMIN DINNER READY COME DOWN," His Appa yelled up the stairs to him. Changmin opened his door and walked slowly down the stairs. He sat in his usual chair, looking at his plate. He refused to eat it. Changmin sat at the dining table, sighing in annoyance for the umpteenth time. How many times did he have to sit here and play happy families?
"THIS IS NOT A HAPPY FAMILY," he said to himself. He picked at his food mincing it with his chopsticks. He hated the women sitting next to his Appa. The witch named Boa, only word that came to mind every time he saw her. She looked more like a gold-digger everyday. Yunho had told his son to call her Umma, to which Changmin begrudgingly had to use once, never again. He watched his Appa smiling happily as he talked to Boa. She was smiling like a kid in a candy store.
"Witch!" Changmin muttered under his breath.
"What was that Changmin?" his father turned to him.
"Just asked could I be excuse?" Changmin said. His father looked at his plate.
"You haven't eaten anything, Eat!" Yunho said.
"Not hungry," Changmin said this happen every day to no avail.
"Changmin!" Yunho said more sternly. Changmin stood up to walk away. "Get back here and eat. Do you want to end up back in the hospital?"
"Anywhere is better than here," he mouthed off. His father pulled him back to the table. "Eat!"
"Yeobo, maybe you should just let him go. He'll eat when he's hungry. Don't ruin your own meal because of him."
Changmin smirked, "Witch."
"Changmin don't call your Umma that. Show some respect," Yunho said standing beside his son's seat keeping him there.
"SHE IS NOT MY UMMA, KIM JAEJOONG IS MY MOTHER," Changmin yelled at his Father, jumping from his seat. Starting another heated argument with his father.
"DON'T MENTION THAT NAME IN THIS HOUSE! I TOLD YOU BEFORE!" Yunho yelled.
"WHY NOT? HE IS MY UMMA, NOT THAT YOU CARE!" Changmin said. "F**K THIS!"
"Changmin!" said Boa. "Don't curse in front of your Father, "
"What's it to you what I do, and by the way STOP SNOOPING IN MY ROOM," he responded to her. She looked shocked at his words.
"CHANGMIN I WON'T HAVE YOU SPEAKING TO YOUR MOTHER LIKE THAT! GO TO YOUR ROOM! You're being rude!" His father yelled.
"Gladly," Changmin ran up the stairs before his father could call him back. "SHE IS NOT MY MOTHER! SHE IS A GOLD-DIGGER. WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?" Changmin yelled from the top of the stairs before slamming his door in the process, He sat on his bed flicking through his contacts. He found the number and dialled it.
"Changmin, if you're asking for my homework again the answer is no," Kibum held the phone to his ear.
"It's not that Kibum," Changmin laughed. With his phone pressed into his ear, he continued "Can I stay at your place for a few days? If I stay here any longer, I'll do something I won't regret."
"Hmm….don't you mean, you will regret it?" Kibum smirked.
"No, I won't," Changmin responded.
"What did you do this time?" Kibum said over the phone jokingly.
"Kibum." Changmin laughed again. "I didn't say anything, that didn't need to be said." Changmin started packing some of his clothes into a bag. "Stupid Witch was snooping in my room again, and then Appa told me to call her Umma. I will never call her that. Stupid witch made Uncle Junsu and Yoochun leave, now I'm stuck!"
Kibum cackled over the phone. "Did you egg it on Changmin?
"No, I didn't, you know how much I envy you and your family."
"It not all that, you know." grinned Kibum..
"It's better than here…" Just as he said that, there was a knock on his bedroom door. He noticed he forgot to lock the door.
"Changmin! We need to talk!" His father said calmly.
"Kibum I'll call you back, or expect me when you see me, I think my phone will be taken again, not that I care! ," said Changmin, rolling his eyes and shrugging off his jacket he had just put on. He hung up and said , "It's open," But when his Appa didn't come in he went over and opened and pulled the door for his father and when back to the bed. And lay on his stomach and flicked through the book he left there.
